An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they

to see this though to the very end and

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some people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said

his peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to

no one brought it

I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're also

we're stronger, obviously."

lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for

Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever happened to

they carried, it was doubtful that they

money."

Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation like a Raid or

could sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers

Adventurers involved would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it

for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a lot of

focus on those behind us. It should be the opposite,

strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his

a traveling businessman, and he gave off an air of

he had remained quiet for

Until now.

glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met

stared ahead, at the massive entrance of

or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be

attached to them as he

Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances where

or weak, perished this

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one

were unknown creatures that lurked

them, just as they